“Extraction,” I said finally, my voice steady. “He’s wanted for multiple felonies — fraud, money laundering, theft. The company’s suing him for damages. But it’s more than that. He’s been harassing people, stalking them online, sending threats. He’s a ghost with a god complex.”Her eyebrow lifted sl
Damian’s POVThe apartment felt empty without her. The bed was still warm on her side, the faint scent of her shampoo floating in the air, and her coffee mug sat in the sink — half-drained, lipstick smudged on the rim. She’d slipped out early, earlier than usual, and I couldn’t shake the feeling th
The call ended, and I just stood there, the silence in the kitchen suddenly unbearable.The sound of the shower came from down the hall — Damian, finally awake. I looked toward the steam drifting through the bathroom door, the faint hum of him singing under his breath. He was happy. Calm. Completely
Emily’s POVThe sunlight poured through the bedroom curtains like honey — thick and golden, soft enough to make the world feel safe again. For a few precious moments, I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stay there, cocooned in warmth and Damian’s scent. The sheets still smelled like him, that mi
“Then lead the way,” I said, slipping my hand into his.Back at our small hotel by the river, I rinsed off the sweat and dust, brushed out my hair, and slipped into a thin sundress — cream with little yellow flowers that looked almost alive in the mirror. I tied my hair up, grabbed my knitted bag, a
Charlotte’s POVI had forgotten what it felt like to breathe without guilt. Bangkok was a fever dream of motion — tuk-tuks whining through crowded streets, vendors calling out in a dozen languages, the thick perfume of lemongrass, chili, incense, and heat clinging to everything. It was alive in a wa